I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 182 Curse (asking for monthly ticket)

To go home, Sang Que had no money for a taxi so she wanted to take the bus, but she found that there was no money left in her transportation card.

She had no choice but to borrow money from Jiang Zao, who became even angrier, thinking that Sang Que was deliberately trying to irritate her. She also refused to let Xu Yichao lend her money. The two of them took a taxi and left, leaving Sang Que alone there.

During the time when Sang Que was away, Jiang Zao and Xu Yichao had a good relationship, and the little paper girl behind Xu Yichao did not reject Jiang Zao either, probably because she knew that Jiang Zao had no interest in Xu Yichao.

Sang Que called her mother and found out that her phone was in arrears for unknown reasons. She checked...

Well, my phone bill is gone too, that’s awesome!
Before, she had thought that each use of the human bone dice would consume money on her body. If it was not all consumed in one go, she could roll it again. After a few more times, she would be able to roll to four points.

Now it seems that it is not that easy. She only rolled the dice once, and her pocket money, transportation card, and phone bill were all wiped out.

It is obvious that gambling is harmful to people!
Sang Que used to think that just being poor was better than losing her life. But now, late at night, she was standing on the roadside, feeling the cold wind, unable to even go home, and she realized how much money could make a person miserable.

At this time, a beggar with tattered clothes, tangled hair and tattered clothes walked past Sangque holding a broken bowl. He pressed his thumb into the bowl, which contained a lot of big red bills.

Sang Que avoided her gaze. This was a wandering soul. Wandering souls were richer than her. She was really poorer than a ghost.

Forget it. Fortunately, Yucheng is not big. She can walk back. It’s just five or six kilometers, right?

……

After returning home, Sang Que used Sang Wan's mobile phone to recharge her phone bill and transportation card, and transferred 500 yuan of pocket money to her.

When they got to the garden, Sang Que put the talismans she had left at home in a circle, then poured the Nanyang woman's clothes from the bag into the circle, rummaged through them with a stick, and found a long wooden box in the clothes.

The box was covered with greasy black and brown stains and wrapped with equally dirty red thread. When it was opened, there was a clay doll inside with its mouth slightly open and a hideous and terrifying look. In addition to the doll, there was also an iron nail, which was very similar to the iron nail in her hand, but also different.

There was a small piece of paper under the clay doll with crooked Chinese characters written on it. It was obvious that the person who wrote it didn't know how to write Chinese very well.

[The Golden Boy will satisfy your request. He will collect any one of the hair, nails, or blood of the person you hate and put it into the mouth of the cursed doll. Then he will write the name on the cursed doll and pierce the body of the cursed doll with an iron nail. The person you hate will die in severe pain.]

It was obvious that this was something that the Nanyang woman was going to give to a believer, but before she could give it away, she snatched it away.

"curse?"

Sang Que thought again of the words that the Nanyang woman said to her before she died. She could still "see" some shadows in the corner of her peripheral vision, but the exorcism talisman and the power of the Yin boy could not dispel the shadows, and she did not feel anything unusual.

After burning the clothes and dealing with the aftermath, Sang Que chatted with his mother for a while. Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable in his stomach and went to the toilet twice. He felt very tired and went to rest.

I don’t know if it was because the hot pot was too spicy and her stomach couldn’t take it. After all, the food she ate in Gui Dynasty was all natural and pollution-free, with a light taste and not too many seasonings.

Because of her stomach discomfort, Sang Que slept very lightly, half asleep and half awake. In the second half of the night, she was suddenly awakened by the cry of a baby.

Sang Que immediately pulled out the Baisheng Knife that was pressed under the pillow, turned over and got out of bed, his eyes as sharp as a cat in the dark night, scanning every corner of the room.

The bronze mirror was still placed on the table, with her mask and official seal of the Evil Suppression Bureau on top of it, and there was no movement.

But the baby's cry continued, faintly, as if coming from...

Sang Que looked down at herself. Under her skin in various places, she could vaguely see the faces of babies crying, and her stomach was aching.

Sang Que couldn't help but bend over and vomit, vomiting a lot of blood mixed with sharp glass fragments and various insects, making her scalp tingle.

She didn't know what happened to her, nor could she find the source. She didn't know how to deal with it. The Yin Tong didn't react, and the village grudges didn't react. She seemed to have become an ordinary person, and could only wait to die helplessly in the face of strange power. A feeling of despair and panic that she hadn't felt for a long time came over her. Sang Que watched helplessly as the babies struggled and crawled out of her body.

She caught a glimpse of a dark shadow appearing in the corner of the ceiling. Sang Que turned her head immediately and saw a beast-like baby screaming and pouncing towards her.

Sang Que took a deep breath and sat up, only to find it was just a dream. Her heart was beating violently and it was a very cold day, and her forehead was covered in sweat.

Feeling something was wrong, Sang Que hurriedly checked her entire body and the bronze mirror that imprisoned the golden boy. There was nothing wrong, so why did she have such a nightmare?
It was so realistic that she could still feel the pain of her skin being stretched, and there was the lingering sound of a baby crying in her ears.

Is this the final curse of Nanyang women?

She had met several cursed people before. One was Shouhou's mother, who always heard nursery rhymes. One was an old monk in Ming Mansion, who was cursed to drink blood every day. He would suffer in torment instead of dying. Another one was He Bu Ning.

Among these three people, only He Bu Ning was safe and sound, the other two died.

She couldn't stay here anymore, she had to hurry to the Gui Dynasty and ask He Buning how to resolve the curse.

Looking at the watch, it was only four o'clock in the morning. Sang Que could no longer sleep. She had to stay awake and be on guard at all times.

Today I went to Jiang Zao's house to take back the things Jiang Zao prepared for her, and then went to Gui Dynasty in the afternoon.

Sangque got up and packed the things she was going to take. General was sleeping in her mother's room. She was used to sleeping under her mother's bed. When she heard the noise, she ran out and stood at the door of her mother's room, looking at her with her head tilted.

Sangque made a hushing gesture, and the general stepped back, shaking his tail, his head tilting left and right, not knowing what he was looking at.

At around five o'clock, Sang Que changed into sportswear and went out for a morning run. She had never run in the morning in the Gui Dynasty, mainly because the people of the Gui Dynasty did not have this habit. If she ran in the city before dawn every day, others would definitely think she was abnormal.

After running one lap in the community and preparing for the second lap, Sang Que saw Zheng Xuan walking hurriedly with a cigarette in his mouth. He had a sad look on his face and was holding a suitcase in his hand, as if he had just returned from another place and was about to go to her house.

"Teacher Zheng?"

Sang Que called from afar. Zheng Xuan looked up and a hint of inquiry appeared in his eyes when he saw Sang Que. Sang Que had replied to his text message yesterday afternoon, saying that she had returned from filming and was resting at home.

"Did you run into any Nanyang women last night?"

Sang Que's heart trembled, but there was no expression or flaw on his face, "What happened?"

Zheng Xuan put out his cigarette, his face solemn, "Many people died last night. I suspect that the Nanyang woman and the golden boy were killed."

Sang Que took off his headphones and slowly approached Zheng Xuan, "Can you tell me about it? I am also one of the parties involved."

It just so happened that Sang Que also wanted to find out from Zheng Xuan whether the relevant modern departments had the ability to deal with ghost-level existences.

Yin Tong and Cun Yuan are now very eager to get Jin Tongzi. Yin Tong wants Jin Tongzi's ghost realm ability. Cun Yuan and Jin Tongzi are of the same origin.

But the Golden Boy is a fourth-level ghost-level being. Even Yin Tong and Cun Yuan cannot swallow the Golden Boy together. It would be bad if they were killed in return. To swallow the Golden Boy, one of them must be promoted to the ghost level.

She could release the Golden Boy and let the Yin Boy dismember him bit by bit, thus demoting the Golden Boy.

But the question is, once she is released, can she successfully detain him again?
The level of Yin Tong is not as good as Jin Tongzi, so he can only be dismembered like dismembering a gambler, and he has to do his best to dismember a small part, but the risk is too great.

Therefore, Sang Que currently has no idea what to do with the Golden Boy.

I will continue to work hard to update and beg for monthly tickets~